by Kai Strand
“That was pure bonus! I had no idea they were sneaking around behind your back, re-kindling their lost love.” Mystic’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Come on, Polar. Can’t you see? Even the universe is clearing the way for us.”
She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and, with her lips only centimeters from his, whispered. “Stay with me, Polar bear.”
“No!” Jeff pushed her backward.
“Why?” she spat. “Why don’t you want me?”
The bluntness of the question caught Jeff off guard. He shook his head. “I don’t know. I just don’t.” He watched her fume. “Why do you want me so badly?”
“Oh, Polar.” Mystic’s breathing was labored, and a manic desire clouded her eyes. “Mr. Opposites. I want you because when you’re good, you’re very, very good. But when you’re bad…”
Mystic didn’t finish, but her heavy breathing and wanton expression were enough to send ice through Jeff’s veins. “What do know about me?”
“Only what matters, Polar bear.” Mystic stepped forward again and traced a heart shape on Jeff’s chest with her finger. “What I want is inside of this. Right here.”
She tapped his chest over his heart.
“Mystic, you’ll never have my heart.”
“Fine!” Mystic spat. She shoved him against the wall and stepped backward down the hallway. “If I can’t have you. No one can.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff asked.
“Leave. Take your stupid band of merry men and get the hell out of here!” She pointed to the front door.
“Gladly.” Jeff stopped himself before muttering ‘freak.’ He stormed into the living room. “Let’s go.”
Tromping over to the front door, he paused and looked back into the hallway, but Mystic was gone. “I swear that girl belongs in a mental institution, heavily sedated.”
Sarah gave the empty hall a sad look. Frank shared an uncomfortable smile with his son. Sandra patted him on his shoulder.
Shaking his head, Jeff turned the handle of the front door. His mind just had time to register an odd click as he pulled the door open.
Whisper spun and knocked Sandra and Source to the ground before Jeff even formed words.
“Get down!”
Before he even finished the word “down,” the house exploded in a spectacular display.
The End
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When her children were young and the electricity winked out, Kai Strand gathered her family around the fireplace and they told stories, one sentence at a time. Her boys were rather fond of the ending, “And then everybody died, the end.” Now an award winning children’s author, Kai crafts fiction for kids and teens to provide an escape hatch from their reality. With a selection of novels for young adult and middle grade readers and short stories for younger children, Kai entertains children of all ages, and their adults. Visit Kai’s website, www.kaistrand.com, to browse her books, download companion materials or to find all her online haunts.
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